And A Good Time Was Had By All
There was a live band singing classic rock and they were pretty damn good. The lead singer and guitarist is/was Husband's best friend growing up and all through high school. His wife kind of took me under her wing, knowing I felt awkward and out of place. We had met once before at the 10th reunion, but I was very pregnant, so we didn't stay long and I didn't get to know her very well. But last night I found out that she is funny and friendly and very sarcastic. Needless to say, we got along like gangbusters.
Here's what I learned last night:
There is always someone who got fatter, grayer, or more wrinkled than you, or lost more teeth.
Being in a room full of middle aged white people boogeyin' down is incredibly liberating. Nobody really cares about the flab, the cellulite, the gray hair, the lack of rythym; theirs or anyone else's. They just care about fun.
I no longer need copious amounts of alchohol to be persuaded to shake my groove thang.
I can still shake my groove thang.
However, I can no longer shake it until 4 in the morning with impunity. It was very apparent the next day; on my face and in my bones.
High heels are for the young and slender footed. I still have strap marks embedded in my flesh.
I still care more about having cute shoes than being able to walk properly. But only up to a point.
I can still draw looks from young guys. Although in this case, it might have been because I was shaking my groove thang in high heels and they were afraid I might take them down with me.
Sitting at the table right next to the band is not cool. It's just deafening.
Jello shots are much more enjoyable as a spectator.
Damn I'm tired. We slept a few hours, retrieved our children and will now commence doing absolutely nothing the rest of the day.
Now where did I put that foot bath.....